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sluttywoozi · 11 months

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congrats on 4k!!! it is very well deserved & i hope u reach another huge milestone 🫶🏾 for sleepover week i would just like to bring up husband joshua from sundress szn and ask what was their honeymoon like 👀

thank you so so much! omg husband joshua i'm beyond excited to visit him again

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.1k

Warnings: cockwarming, unprotected sex, marriage kink, petnames (honey, baby, wife, good girl), creampie

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina

Joshua wakes before you, his face buried in your neck and his body wrapped around yours. The sound of crashing waves travels through the open windows, as does the full force of the sun. He blinks slowly, raising a hand against the bright light flooding the room and scrunching his face when he sees the time. It’s early still, and he has no idea why he’s not sleeping. He kept you up late last night, christening nearly every surface in the hotel suite before finally letting you pass out after round who knows what.

He’s exhausted, his body worn out from the sex and his mind worn out from the wedding, and he can definitely feel it. He feels something else though: heat. Settled deep in his stomach, burning him up from the inside out, getting worse and worse the longer you-

Oh. That’s why he’s awake. You’re grinding into him, your wet cunt searing hot around his hard dick. He forgot he fell asleep inside you last night and his cock feels so sensitive, but your pussy is so fucking good, he never wants to leave.

He wakes you with a pinch to your hip and a slight thrust, murmuring a hoarse, “Morning, wife,” into your neck as you stir. You stretch, pushing back into him before you even fully wake before sleepily mumbling, “Hi, husband.”

“Mmmm, what are our plans for the day?” Joshua asks in between kisses and nibbles along your throat. He gently cups your jaw, his hand big enough to reach from ear to ear, and turns your face to the side so he has more room to work. You pretend to think, tapping your chin with a finger, sunlight reflecting off your ring, before pushing into him again and whispering, “This?”

He laughs into your neck, thrusting back and feeling his cock twitch when you giggle, making your sinfully tight walls contract around him. His head drops to your shoulder as he shudders, swearing quietly into your skin before wrapping his arms around your waist and bucking his hips hard against yours. You’re so fucking hot and wet around him, still fit him so perfectly even after he’s been stretching you out all night, and he has the sudden urge to thank you. To kiss you and hold you and fuck you and love you forever. And now that you’re his wife(!), those are all things he can do.

Joshua doesn’t think he’s ever felt so giddy while having sex before, but there’s a first time for everything and he loves having his firsts with you. He wishes all of them were, but he knows that all the rest will be, and that’s enough. He’s getting strangely emotional, somehow just now fully processing what yesterday meant. What it means.

That you’re his and he’s yours forever, and everyone knows thanks to the rings on your fingers and your hyphenated last names.

“Love you so much, honey,” Joshua groans, releasing your face and pleading roughly, “Kiss me, need you to-“

You turn as best you can, kissing him and swallowing his words with a whine of your own as he slides in and out of you. He’s getting so deep inside, his dick bottoming out and his hips touching yours with every thrust, but he wishes he could get deeper. He wishes he could make a home inside you and live there, though he supposes making a home with you is just as good, if not even better.

He’s getting close and he can sense that you are too, pulls you that much tighter into his chest before sliding one hand down between your legs to get you there before he does. All it takes to push you over the edge are your clit under his thumb and some words of encouragement (“Is my wife gonna cum for me? C’mon, I know you can do it, baby.”). The clenching of your cunt and your sweet, sweet sounds are enough to push him over too, and as his hot cum paints your walls, the only thing he can do is hold on tight and moan, “Love you, love you, love you, love you,” into your open mouth.

His eyes are closed but he can feel you clinging to his arms as you come down, breathily echoing his love you’s and intentionally clenching your inner muscles just to be a little evil. He fucks into you in retaliation and opens his eyes, realizing that… he’s still hard.

Fuck, but he came so much, he thinks, then wonders if you’d be up for another round. You met his thrust just now, even braced your hands on the bed to do so, but he figures he should ask, just to be safe.

“Wanna go again?” Joshua whispers, pulling back just far enough for his eyes to catch yours. They’re gleaming, and you’re smiling that happy little bitten back smile, and he is so in love.

And so, so hard.

You nod, whispering back, “Absolutely, I do,” before he can even tell you to use your words. You really are his good girl.

“On your back? I wanna look at you,” he breathes, struggling to keep his hips from bucking into you without his permission. His impatient body can wait until his wife is situated.

He loosens his hold on you to let you wiggle onto your back, gathering you back up in his arms as soon as you get comfortable on the duvet. Missionary may be seen as a boring position, but Joshua thinks it’s one of the most intimate ways you can be with someone. He’s face to face with you, chest to chest, and he can look right into your eyes like he always loves to do. This is how he first made love to you, and it only makes sense to make love to you like this on your first day as husband and wife.

He waits for you to spread your legs for him, waits for you to grow impatient and wrap them around his waist so you can pull him into you, and only when you throw your head back and whine, “Joshua!” does he line up and slide home. The warm wetness that engulfs him is blinding, intoxicating, new and exciting even as he fucks you for the nth time, and he knows he’ll never get enough.

Good thing you married him, he thinks, thrusting just a bit harder, just a bit deeper, knowing that he never needs to get enough.

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solefae · 7 days

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GURL first off i literally LOVEEEE UUUUUU OMGGGGGGGGG. but love n stuff aside🫶🏾

I JUST RLLY RLLY NEED A BRAT TAMING FANFIC WITH JEYBAE😩 U CAN DO IT HOWEVER U WANT (also could u include some shower sex..) ANYWAYS IM GONNA GO NOW SO PLEASE AND THANK YOU🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾- 🍭

TROUBLE. jey uso

SUMMARY ── You been in a bratty mood all day, testing Jey's patience to its limit. When you take it too far with you’re attitude, Jey decides it's time to put you in your place.

AWWW ILYT BABYY 🤍!!!! and u asked and u shall receive… 🤭

"Girl, I swear to God..." Jey muttered under his breath as he watched her flounce about the kitchen, deliberately making as much noise as possible.

She knew he had an important call in five minutes but was doing everything in her power to be as disruptive as possible. Clanging pots, slamming cabinets, singing off-key - the whole works.

Her attitude had been out of control all day, from back-sassing him that morning to rudely blowing off his attempts at conversation. Jey was at the end of his rope with her bratty ass behavior.

When the timer dinged loudly right as his meeting was supposed to start, that was the final straw. In two large strides he crossed over and shut off the oven timer with more force than necessary.

"Alright, enough is enough." Jey turned to pin her with a stern glare. "What the hell has gotten into you today, girl?"

She frowned petulantly, avoiding his eyes. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Bullshit." He grasped her elbow firmly. "You been pissing me off on purpose all damn day with this attitude. I'm not playing your games no more."

Jerking her arm away, she shot back hotly. "I didn't ask you to! God, get off my back already."

A dangerous glint entered Jey's eyes at the blatant disrespect. His voice dropped an octave. "Watch your tone with me, girl."

She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away, obviously not getting the message. Big. Mistake.

In a flash Jey had her pinned against the fridge, hands gripping her hips bruisingly. She gasped but he silenced any retort with a searing kiss, dominating her mouth completely.

When he pulled back she was breathless and wide-eyed, arousal pooling faster than she cared to admit. Jey's hands slid under her ass to hoist her up provocatively.

"You've been asking for this all day, teasing me non-stop." He spoke low and dirty right against her lips.

With that ominous promise hanging between them, he carried her off to the bedroom, intent on taming his wild little brat once and for all.

Stripping her clothes off efficiently, Jey stood back to admire her naked form hungrily. She squirmed under his intense gaze, nipples pebbling in the cool air.

"On the bed, hands and knees. Ass up high." He commanded gruffly, already shedding his own layers. Always so big on following orders, she complied eagerly.

Calloused palms dragged up her thighs to spread her cheeks, boldly delving between folds from behind. She jerked at the unexpected contact, already slick and ready for him.

"My, my, someone's excited." Jey's low chuckle made her tremble. His thick finger circled her clit teasingly before plunging inside, crooking just right to brush that spot.

Her walls squeezed instinctively at the delicious pressure. Soft whimpers escaped with each pump, greedy for more sensation. Two fingers scissored her open deftly, working her up with practiced ease.

"You like that? My fingers feel good inside that tight pussy?" He murmured crudely, loving the way she shuddered at his filthy words.

She couldn't form a reply, brain reduced to mush under his skilled touch. All she knew was the desperate hunger building low in her gut, spiraling ever tighter.

Jey spread her further with his free hand, leaning down to swipe his tongue up the seam of her ass. She keened loudly at the new stimulation, so sensitive already from his fingering.

Heated breaths ghosted over her soaked folds as he spoke. "So wet for me, girl. Bet you'd like my dick buried deep too though, wouldn't you?"

"P-please, Jey..." she sobbed, unable to take anymore teasing. She needed him inside, filling her up completely.

He chuckled darkly, hot breath fanning her arousal. "All in good time baby, I'm just gettin' started." With that ominous warning he delved his tongue into her quivering hole, driving her mad.

She was coming undone within seconds, walls clamping down on his fingers hard as waves of bliss crashed over her. But Jey wasn't letting up, relentless in wringing every last drop of ecstasy from her trembling form.

By the time he finally pulled away she could barely hold herself up, limp and sated. Jey shifted back, admiring his handiwork with clear satisfaction.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He cupped her ass possessively, massaging the reddened skin. "Betcha that attitude all gone now too?"

She couldn't form words, only nodding weakly in agreement. His praise and manhandling had transformed her bratty mood completely. All that was left was a hot, submissive mess craving more.

Jey chuckled, running soothing palms up her back. "You ain't done learning yet though, girl. Bathroom, now."

She scrambled unsteadily to obey, brain fogged with endorphins. What fresh torment did he have in store now? Her core clenched deliciously at the thought.

Under the spray of scalding water he crowded her against slick tile, hands roaming everywhere all at once. His arousal jutted proudly between them, making her mouth water to taste.

"Suck." Was all the command Jey gave before guiding himself past her kiss-swollen lips. She moaned around his girth, hollowing her cheeks to take him in deeper.

Water cascaded over them as he began pumping in a steady rhythm, hitting the back of her throat leisurely. One large hand tangled in her hair to hold her still for his relentless pace.

Saliva and precum dripped down her chin to mix with the water washing over their passionate tableau. She swallowed around him eagerly, loving the powerful way he used her mouth for his pleasures.

His thrusts grew erratic, cock throbbing heavy on her tongue. "Fuck, that's it girl. Take it."

With a vicious jerk of his hips he came down her throat, groaning loudly as she sucked him through the aftershocks. Only when he was completely spent did he let her pull off, panting and gazing up adoringly.

Jey hauled her up for a demanding kiss, tasting himself on her lips with obvious satisfaction. "Now it's your turn again, beautiful."

He spun her around, bending her forward over the glass shelving. The cold surface did little to soothe her fiery skin as he spread her wide once more.

This time when he breached her entrance there was no teasing, driving home in one deep thrust. A strangled cry tore from her throat at the delicious fullness.

"You feel so fuckin' good baby, so tight and wet for me." Jey praised gruffly, already setting a brutal pace.

His hips snapped forward powerfully, plunging deeper on each stroke to brush that heavenly spot inside. She was falling apart around him within minutes, walls sucking him in greedily.

Jey groaned loudly, pistoning his hips at a brutal pace through her climax. The sound of skin slapping wetly mingled with their mingled shouts echoing off marble tile.

It wasn’t long before his own release hit, pulsing hot ropes of cum inside her as he growled out curses. They slumped together under the spray, coming down slowly from their high.

Turning within his strong embrace, she kissed along his stubbled jaw sweetly. “Thank you daddy….”

Jey chuckled, nuzzling her fondly. “Anytime, ma. You know I’ll always set your ass straight.” His hands slid down to massage her cheeks tenderly.

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mangocustard16 · 6 months

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[8:30 a.m]

"Why are you looking up ways to clean blood off sheets?" You asked, snuggling into your boyfriend. "Who are you planning on killing, hmm?" You said giggling.

"It's not for me, babe." Your boyfriend murmured, planting a kiss on your forehead and removing the duvet. You spotted the nasty red stain on the sheets, cursing at your period for an early visit.

"It's alright, baby." Joshua sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. "Come on, let's get you freshened up."

After taking a nice long bath, you return to your bedroom to find your favorite fluffy blanket and a pile of your favorite plushies on your bed, waiting to hug your body. Seeing you your boyfriend's eyes sparkle like a child's at Easter.

"Come here. How are you feeling, babe?", he coos, wrapping his arms around your figure, spooning you.

“Neither good nor bad. I'm just alive. The cramps are starting to hit now, I'm hungry and tired at the same time." You whined, your head falling on his chest.

He gives you a belly rub trying to ease your discomfort. He hates it when you’re in pain. He'd rather have him be in pain for a week . "You wanna have waffles or bagel?"

“Can we have strawberries and whipped cream on waffles?” you look at him warmly, as you drool over the picture of waffles in your mind.

He laughs at your cuteness. "Of course, sweetie."

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1864reruns · 8 months

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ㅤㅤㅤˇ ˇᨳ꤬꣦𝆃 T،HE REDDIT CONFE،SSION⸝⸝⁞.ຳ

꒰ 📿 °᳝ꯥ‧ٓ⭝ general masterlist . ˚◞♡ ﹫svtoneshot ▬▬▬

〢𓂅 svt x fem!reader ━ .ﾟ꙳ [part one] જ part two ،ˊˎ- 𓂃 ִֶָ

✹. ㅤSYNOPSISㅤ𖤐 ㅤㅤSomeone opens up about their crush on you on Reddit, Boo Seungkwan finds it and demands answers from everyone.

✹.ㅤTAG(s)&WARNING(s)ㅤ𖤐ㅤone shot, crack, zero plot, swearing, kys/kms jokes, reader has questionable morals, she's kinda insane & egotistical, su1c1de mention, sexual(?) content (boobs are mentioned)

✹. ㅤAUTHOR NOTE(s)ㅤ𖤐 ㅤ inspired by the whole judy saesang reddit post situation, she's funny as fuck, i hope those jokes help her survive behind bars. this is quite literally the most unhinged thing i've ever created, i made a real reddit account for this, made a real reddit post, and someone did actually comment and say that she's probably just weird and if i cant deal w it, i shouldn't pursue it, bless them 😭. my fault for deceiving real people for a tumblr oneshot but this girl is not real!

2023 ©jwhoozi ㅤㅤㅤ━ do not repost / copy!

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reasonsmandy · 1 year

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Lullabies of Life

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — prompt 13 with eddie roundtree

✧.* summary — It was supposed to be just a hookup, but he became the father of your daughter and the love of your life.

✧.* warnings — mentions of pregnancy.

✧.* word count — 4.0k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I fell in love with this little family, I hope you guys fall in love too. Good reading 🫶🏾

The bustling bar was a sanctuary of rhythm and revelry, a haven where music echoed through the air and laughter intertwined with the clinking of glasses. Its dimly lit interior exuded a vintage charm, with walls adorned by colorful posters of iconic bands from the era. The aroma of spirits and the familiar buzz of conversation enveloped the space, creating an ambiance that oozed with nostalgia and possibility.

Amidst the lively crowd, Eddie found himself drawn to the bar, its magnetic energy pulling him closer. His eyes fell upon you, the enchanting bartender who seemed to command the room with a flick of your wrist and a radiant smile. He approached the counter with a grin, eager to engage in their delightful banter.

"Hey there, stranger," You greeted him, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. The word "stranger" was delivered with a playful lilt, a nickname that hinted at the connection they were about to forge.

Eddie leaned against the bar, his voice brimming with charm. "Well, if I'm a stranger, then let me be the one who gets to know you better."

You chuckled, your fingers gracefully maneuvering the cocktail shakers. "Oh, so you're a smooth talker, huh? We'll see about that."

As the night unfolded, Eddie and you engaged in a delightful dance of words amidst the ebb and flow of the bar's enchanting melodies. The clinking of ice against glass, the occasional burst of laughter, and the vibrant hum of conversation formed the backdrop to your blossoming connection.

Eddie would order a drink, taking in the eclectic playlist that filled the room with nostalgia. You, always attentive, would slip playful comments into your conversation, occasionally referring to him as "stranger" as a playful reminder of their initial encounter.

Over time, your flirty exchanges at the bar evolved into something deeper and more intimate. The magnetism between you and Eddie grew stronger with each passing day, drawing you both into a passionate liaison that extended beyond the confines of the club.

As the night grew darker and the bar closed its doors, you found solace in each other's company. Eddie's presence became a constant, a reassuring presence waiting for you after your shift ended. Together, you would slip away to secret hideaways, where the world faded into insignificance, and it was only the two of you.

In the hushed corners of hotel rooms or the hidden embrace of secluded spots, you explored the depths of desire and indulged in the pleasures of each other's company. It was a friends-with-benefits arrangement, an unspoken agreement that allowed you both to revel in the physical connection without the complications of a committed relationship.

The moments shared were passionate and intoxicating. The touch of his hands, the taste of his lips, the way his body melded with yours—each encounter was a symphony of sensations, a dance of unspoken longing and untamed passion. In those stolen moments, you found release and a refuge from the demands of the world.

But as the flames of desire burned brightly, so too did the risk of falling deeper. Moments of tenderness would slip through the cracks, fleeting glimpses of a connection that extended beyond the physical. It was in those stolen glances, in the whispered words of affection, that the lines between friendship and something more became blurred.

The arrangement of a friend with benefits relationship was both thrilling and bittersweet. It allowed you to explore your desires, to indulge in the heat of the moment, yet it left the door ajar for the possibility of yearning for more. Every encounter was an intoxicating blend of pleasure and the unspoken question of what might lie beyond the confines of your secret trysts.

Together, you walked a tightrope, balancing between the exhilaration of passion and the lingering desire for something deeper. The memories created in those hidden moments would forever be etched in your hearts, a testament to the connection shared and the complexities of navigating a relationship that blurred the boundaries of friendship and desire.

…

You and Eddie carried on with what you had, you preferred not to name something so good, you just lived and loved every moment, but the love of desire and fulfillment of it made you careless. You sat on the edge of gour worn-out couch, your hands trembling as you clutched the positive pregnancy test. Thoughts raced through your mind like a whirlwind, and a mix of fear and excitement coursed through your veins. You needed to share this life-altering news with Eddie, although the fear of his reaction filled your chest every second pass.

With shaky fingers, you dialed Eddie's number, your voice filled with urgency and vulnerability as you pleaded, "Eddie, please come over. There's something important I need to tell you."

Minutes later, Eddie arrived at your doorstep, his face etched with concern. As he entered the apartment, his eyes met yours, searching for answers. The air was heavy with tension, thick with the weight of the news about to be shared.

"You're scaring me, you called me by my name on the phone." Eddie chuckled until he took knowledge of your worried features. "Is everything alright?"

Your voice quivered as you handed him the pregnancy test, your fingers brushing against each other in an electric moment. "I just found out," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper and your hands trembling. "I'm pregnant, Eddie."

Eddie's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. The room fell silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in. He stepped closer to you, his voice filled with a mix of awe and disbelief. "A baby?" he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're carrying our child?"

You nodded, tears glistening in your eyes. "Yes, Eddie. What the hell are we gonna do?"

Emotions cascaded over Eddie's face like a tidal wave. The initial shock gave way to a profound sense of responsibility and determination. He closed the distance between you, gently cupping your face in his hands. "Y/N, I know we didn't plan any of this, not at all, but I'm here to support you" he says, his voice filled with raw emotion. "And being honest with you, knowing that we have a child together, it brings me more comfort than having this baby with anyone else. Of course, if that's your choice... having the baby."

"I want to have the baby." You say crying and he hugs you closer, conveying comfort.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you clung to Eddie's words, your heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and love. In that tender moment, they shared an unspoken understanding that this unexpected twist of fate was an opportunity for growth and a chance to explore the depths of their connection. And of course, you agreed to be your best selves for this child.

After hours of talking that morning, you decided that it would be better to cut off any romantic attitudes between you, for the sake of the baby it would be better not to confuse anything from now on.

With your hands entwined, you faced the unknown together, ready to embrace the journey of parenthood as a united front. Little did you know that this new chapter would not only reveal the strength of your love but also redefine your understanding of yourselves and the remarkable bond you shared.

…

You were feeling horrible, the nausea wouldn't leave you alone since last morning and your head ache as if a carnival float was giving a parade in it. Eddie was by your side all this time, helping you with everything you needed and if you were honest that messed with your feelings, you knew it was his duty as this baby's father, but the cold that grew in your stomach when he took care of you was inevitable.

You had your eyes closed but you couldn't sleep, you could hear Roundtree in the kitchen preparing something for you to have dinner and you decide to get up and go to him. You stop at the entrance to the kitchen, an involuntary smile spreads across your face when you see the way he was trying to understand the recipe.

You watched the clock on the wall pass the hours and your chest tightened at the thought of him leaving your place, his presence made you feel more relaxed about all of this. You involuntarily rest your hand on your belly that already showed your baby's development, you sigh loudly catching the bassist's attention.

"You alright there?" He asks, and you try to hold in a laugh when you see him in an apron. "Did our little bean let you rest?"

"Not actually." You smile weakly, approaching him. "Would you mind spending the night?"

Eddie's body freezes, he wonders several times if his ears had heard correctly, he turns to you analyzing every detail in your face for any sign of joke or humor, and when he doesn't find it he worries. "Are you that bad? Don't you want me to take you to the hospital?"

You roll your eyes and instantly give up making the invitation, maybe you had misunderstood what he felt. You leave the kitchen disappointed, "I'm going to my room."

Worried, Roundtree turned off the fire and made his way towards the bedroom, following the sound of your voice. As he entered the room, he found you lying on the bed, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, lost in your thoughts.

"I like it when you're here," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing. Sensing his presence, you turned your head towards him, your eyes locking with his. Roundtree sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze attentive as he listened intently to your words.

"I want you to stay, but if you don't... It's okay, I understand," you continued, your voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

Roundtree's expression softened, his hand reaching out to gently stroke your leg. "You know I'll do anything to help you through the pregnancy," he reassured, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I'll stay with you."

Despite his words, an underlying sense of unease lingered on his face, his turmoil evident. He felt the weight of the situation, the frustration of not knowing how to improve things or make you feel better. "Look, I don't know what I did to upset you but–"

Before he could finish his sentence, you closed the distance between you, surprising him with an unexpected kiss. It was a passionate and spontaneous gesture, born out of the emotions swirling between you. Roundtree's initial surprise gave way to a reciprocated desire as he kissed you back, his lips meeting yours in a moment of shared vulnerability and longing.

In that instant, the worries and uncertainties melted away, replaced by the warmth of your connection. The kiss spoke volumes, expressing the depth of your feelings for each other, transcending the words that had gone unspoken.

"I want you to stay because of me." You say after the kiss, feeling his breath hitch on your face. "That's what I want, I want you."

"My precious…" He smiles, closing his eyes. "Are you sure?"

"I don't want you to just be my baby's daddy." You say frustrated, pulling away from him a little. "Stay with me..."

Eddie was holding back a smile, and you knew he wanted to make some joke of the situation, or of course, drop a line at you. "Just say it stranger."

"So you want me to be your daddy, uh?" The smirk that grew on his face made you let out a genuine laugh.

"You're ridiculous!" You exclaim pulling him down onto the bed. "Now cuddle with me."

…

Amidst the journey of pregnancy, you and Eddie found yourselves navigating uncharted emotional territory. The anticipation of becoming parents together brought a newfound awareness of your feelings, deepening your connection in unexpected ways.

As the months passed, you couldn't help but notice Eddie's increased affection and care towards you. He would accompany you to doctor's appointments, his hand resting protectively on your growing belly, his eyes filled with awe and wonder. The way he spoke to your unborn child, whispering words of love and promises of a bright future, touched your heart in ways you had never imagined.

One quiet morning, as the dawn cast a soft glow into the room, you and Eddie found yourselves sitting side by side on the edge of the bed. You placed Eddie's hand on your belly, feeling the gentle kicks and movements of your little one.

Eddie's voice was filled with tenderness as he addressed your unborn child. "Hey there, little one, they're kicking" he whispered the last part at you with a sparkle in his eyes and you can't help but smile, his voice carrying a mixture of awe and excitement. "You're growing stronger every day, and we can't wait to meet you. Your mom and I love you more than words can express."

You watched Eddie, your heart swelling with a mixture of joy and affection. "That's right, baby," you chimed in, your voice filled with warmth. "You're surrounded by so much love. We're here for you, every step of the way."

Suddenly, your baby let out a particularly enthusiastic kick, causing you to laugh. "Looks like our little kicker is ready for some action," you exclaimed, a playful gleam in your eyes.

Eddie chuckled, his hand still resting on your belly. "I think our future rockstar is already rehearsing for their first concert," he joked, his voice filled with amusement.

You playfully nudged Eddie's arm. "Well, just don't let Warren know about it cuz since I told him that the baby won't stop kicking, he's been to like twenty different stores looking for a mini drum set," you say, laughing as you remembered the drummers words.

Eddie feigned a hurt expression, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "It's not like my child is going to play the drums, it's business will be string instruments, right little bean?" he retorted, kissing your belly, a twinkle in his eyes.

You both burst into laughter, your shared humor creating an atmosphere of joy and lightness. In that moment, you realized that amidst the seriousness of pregnancy and impending parenthood, there was room for laughter and playfulness.

As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, you and Eddie sat in laughter-filled silence, your hearts intertwined with the tiny heartbeat within your womb. The sunlight hits your naked body and your boyfriend admires you as if you are the most beautiful work in the world, you feel a flush on your cheeks and you look away.

"Are you embarrassed now, my precious?" He says laying closer to you, kissing your cheek. "After everything we did tonight?" He says with a sly look and you smack him on the arm, burying your face in the pillow.

"I need to sleep, the baby hasn't been quiet all night." You close your eyes pretending to sleep.

"Hey baby, let your mother sleep, daddy tired her today" Eddie whispers close to your navel, as if sharing a secret with your child.

You sit up with a serious look on your face, your face now hot with embarrassment. "Hey! Don't talk about these things with the baby."

"My bad my bad." He says after a series of laughs from you, pulling you closer to him. "Now come sleep in my arms, my precious." He kisses the top of your head and you feel safe and sound.

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Inside the bustling recording studio, Daisy Jones and the Six poured their hearts into the music, unaware of the impending news. Eddie's fingers glided across the bass strings, his mind fully absorbed in the melodies.

Suddenly, Teddy Price, their producer, burst into the room, his face flushed with urgency.

"Eddie, I've got something important," Teddy called out, waving for them to stop playing.

Eddie takes off his headphones, waiting for the older man to tell him what was going on. "Y/N's waters broke. She's on her way to the hospital. It's time," he announced.

"What?!" Warren yelled, jumping from his drum set.

Everyone turns to Rojas with raised eyebrows, he was excited about the idea of being godfather from the beginning of your pregnancy. Eddie felt his heart pounding like a wild animal, it was time, he was going to meet his baby.

Desperate they go to Warren's van, the streets of LA were congested with people returning to their homes after a long day at work and Warren felt he was going to have a breakdown.

"¡Vete a la mierda, cabrón!" Rojas cursed yet another driver who passed in front of him, his hands were sweating and he was struggling to concentrate.

"Warren is already the second exit you missed." Billy says irritated, he saw Eddie desperate in the passenger seat. "Let's change places."

"It's not your goddaughter being born, I'm the one driving!" Warren speaks sullenly at the situation.

"First of all, we don't even know if it's a girl, second of all...Quit being reckless!" Billy gets up from the back of the van taking Warren's belt off.

"Do you want to kill me?" Rojas says as he feels the grip of the feeling released from him.

"Get out of there Warren!" Billy pulls the drummer to the back of the van as the vehicle stops at the light.

"Okay okay, but only because I wanted to!" He says switching places with the older Dunne, Eddie makes a face when he sees Rojas' ass on his face during this change of places.

Eddie stepped into the hospital, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of flowers brought by well-wishers. The walls were adorned with faded paintings, remnants of an era gone by, while the sound of muffled voices and beeping machines created a symphony of activity.

He followed the signs that led him down a long corridor, his footsteps echoing against the tiled floor. The atmosphere was hushed, the occasional sound of a baby's cry punctuating the stillness. The soft hum of conversations between doctors and nurses drifted through the hallways, adding to the sense of purpose that permeated the space.

As Eddie approached the door to the labor and delivery ward, he paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. The sound of his own heartbeat filled his ears, the weight of impending fatherhood settling upon his shoulders. He took a deep breath, finding solace in the knowledge that you were just beyond that door, bringing your child into the world.

Roundtree pushed open the door to the labor and delivery ward, and his eyes immediately fell upon you, lying in the hospital bed. Beads of perspiration dotted your forehead, evidence of the intense physical exertion you were going through. The room was filled with a symphony of sounds—the rhythmic beeping of monitors, the hushed whispers of medical staff, and your own deep, controlled breaths.

Your face was a canvas of mixed emotions, a cocktail of determination, pain, and anticipation. Your brows furrowed with each contraction, the waves of discomfort coursing through your body. The lines of your face tightened, and your grip on the bed rails tightened in response to the increasing intensity.

The air in the room seemed to hum with a sense of purpose and urgency. Nurses and doctors moved around you, their voices soft and comforting as they offered encouragement and monitored your progress. Their gentle touch and soothing words were like anchors, providing a sense of support in the midst of the storm.

As Eddie approached your bedside, his heart ached seeing you in this state. He took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours, offering a steadying presence. He could feel the strength of your grip, a testament to your resilience and determination. His eyes never wavered from your face, his love and admiration shining through the concern etched on his features.

Each contraction rippled through your body like a storm, intensifying and then subsiding, leaving you breathless but resolute. The pain etched lines of raw vulnerability on your face, but there was also an undeniable beauty in the strength you displayed, the unwavering commitment to bring life into the world.

Amidst the physical sensations that consumed you, your eyes met Eddie's, finding solace in his presence. In that shared gaze, unspoken words passed between you, a silent acknowledgment of the journey you were on together. His touch and unwavering support were a lifeline, grounding you in the midst of the whirlwind of labor.

As the medical team continued to guide you through each contraction, their voices blending with the symphony of beeps and your own primal vocalizations, Eddie stood by your side, a pillar of unwavering support. He whispered words of encouragement, his voice a gentle melody amidst the chaos, reminding you of the strength within you.

In that labor and delivery room, time seemed to bend and sway, as if the world outside ceased to exist. The pain and intensity were all-consuming, but through it all, a glimmer of hope and anticipation shone in your eyes. Eddie, witnessing your strength and perseverance, knew in his heart that together you would weather this storm, emerging on the other side with a precious gift—a new life, their baby, a testament to the love you shared.

Amid the pain that fills your body like a devastating wave you hear your baby's cry and such a sound in your eardrums makes you cry too. The doctor announces the arrival of his daughter and Eddie smiles widely when he sees the crumpled face of the baby, Aurora Roundtree, his new reason to live was right there for just a fell second and changed everything for him.

"You did it, my precious.” He kisses the top of her head. “Our daughter is beautiful."

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You didn't know what to expect, after all everything with your boyfriend's band was always beyond any kind of imagination and possibility. Although you took care of your newborn together with her father, you feared what the presence of your friends could bring.

"Warren is the last I tell you." You say into the phone, as Eddie naps your daughter. "If you bring weed over here, I'll rip you apart."

Eddie starts laughing softly, trying not to wake up little Aurora who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. When she finally falls asleep he puts her in her crib, then hugs you tenderly.

"Don't you miss some weed darling?" he asks in a playful tone and you pat his chest.

They didn't take long to arrive, Camila Billy and Julia were the first. The little toddler approaches you with a gift and hands it to you with a shy smile.

"Thank you Jules." You say bending down to pick up the package. "Do you want to see the little bean?"

The little one waves shyly, hiding behind her father's leg, you hold out your hand for her to lead her to her daughter's crib. Julia stands nearby admiring the baby curiously and you stand beside her while Billy, Camila and Eddie talk.

Some time later Daisy arrives with Karen, both with their proper gifts in hand, you thank them and introduce the little one to them and as time goes by you talk and eat the snack prepared by Eddie moments before they arrive.

When the sound goes down, you notice the delay of Graham and Warren and you get worried, both of them didn't answer the phone at the house in Laurel Canyon and that increased the anguish of not knowing where they are.

You hear the classic rumble of the van's old engine and it automatically quiets your heartbeats, but before it becomes a pattern you hear a loud noise followed by an "Ouch".

Interestingly, everyone leaves for the front door of the house, finding Warren with his hands on his toes, Graham scratching his head and a relatively large box with a sticker that says 'Fragile.'

"What the fuck is this Rojas?" You question while laughing at the situation.

Warren ignores the pain shooting up from his toes into his body, spreads his arms and points to the box with excitement. "Guess who found a mini drum set?"

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the ties that bind | joshua rosfield x fem!reader

chapter I - the beginning

Read this instead story on hiatus

warnings : none

note : this story will have nsfw content at some point. story will have spoilers for the game and the game lore will be changed some as to fit the story i want for the reader. the reader will have some traits i give them just for the sake of making the story flow better (ex: eye color, hair length, etc). please ignore spelling and grammar mistakes i’ll at some point probably fix it all. this is a slow burn fan fic

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Mornings were always dreaded by you, it meant that you had to get dressed and attend the boring classes that royals were forced to. Etiquette, politics, foreign affairs, literature, and the most dreaded mathematics. But today was different you’d be taking a break from your usual routine and instead you’d be going to Rosaria with parents. It was on the pretense of it being for solely political matters but of course you’d be taking advantage of it fully being able to see your most bestest of friends—Joshua Rosfield. Oh, and of course there was Clive and Jill there also but then we’re just your friends no one had the bond you and the Phoenix shared. It didn’t take long before the maids fluttered in quickly pulling you out of your soft warm bed.

“Lady _____, must you sleep so crazily? I had braided your hair to perfection last night and now your hair looks like a wild chocobos nest!” The middle aged maid scolded as she began to run a brush through your tangled hair. Wincing as the brush got caught on a knot you whined, “Miss Tatiana you’re being too rough!” You cried but the maid known as Tatiana ignored your pleas. “You’ve always had the wildest of hairs ever since you were a baby, so you should be used to it by now.” She clicked her tongue. Finally after some more pain you were relieved from the torment of having your hair brushed, “You need to look presentable for the Rosfields _____.” Tatiana said as she finished your pigtail braids tying a dainty white ribbon to the ends. Jumping out of her grasp you spun on your heel facing her, “It’s a three day wagon ride anyways! My hair well look like a mess by tonight.” You said matter of factly a proud smirk playing your plump lips. But the greying maid ignored you as she began to pull out a dress from a wardrobe, “Come child put this on.” She said motioning you with her hands to come to her.

Finally you were dressed in a simple yet elegant pale pink dress that fell a few inches below your knees paired with leather boots it was time to go find your parents. Tatiana waving you off so she could finish packing for the trip. Humming contently as you walked down the halls searching for your parents. “Excuse me, have you seen me father and mother ?” You asked a branded man. “O-oh yes Lady _____, they are outside in the courtyard!” The nervous branded man said. You never understood why branded acted so scared of you. Surely you weren’t that mean or ugly, right? You nodded a frown replacing your smile, “Alrighty thanks! Also I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before. What’s your name?” You asked curiously. The man shifted uncomfortably his eyes darting across the corridor as knights watched him closely from afar though you were oblivious to it all. “It’s..it’s Da-“ but before he could answer you shouting was heard from down the hall.

Your mother’s screeching echoed through the corridor, “_____ get here this instant!” She stormed towards you placing a strong grip on your arm as she yanked you away from the branded man, “And you why are you just standing around! Go you have a job to do!” She shouted at the branded who quickly scurried away bowing and apologizing the whole time. Your mother’s grasp was tight and you let out a cry, “Mummy stop you’re hurtin me!” You whimpered pulling away from her grip. Your mother turned to face you a look of fear on her face, “He didn’t hurt you right or say anything to upset you?” She asked leaning down to wipe the corners of your watery eyes. Her intense amber eyes stared into yours thin black brows knitted together in concern. Shaking your head you pushed her hands from your face, “I’m okay mum, I was jus askin him his name and where you two were. Please don’t punish him he didn’t do nothin’.” You pleaded with your mother. She sighed standing up, “Nothing will happen to him. But you shouldn’t speak to bearers dear it looks bad.” She scolded you half heartedly. But why was it bad weren’t they just people also?

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You laid your head against the glass window of the carriage, pale grey eyes staring absentmindedly out the window eyelids heavy due to boredom. You hated road trips and wished you could just teleport to Rosaria. traveling from the Crystalline Dominion all the way to the other side of Storm was boring all the scenery looked the same, the random Imperial checkpoints the caravan would be forced to stop at it was boring. How much longer was it until you’d arrive? Until you could see your dear friends. Then without notice the carriage abruptly stopped, your head bouncing off the window. Wincing you rubbed your temple your mother already quickly wrapping her arms around you, “My dear are you okay?” She asked. Reaching over she slid down the window sticking her head out, “You bearer, conjure some ice for me.” She commanded snapping her fingers. “Yes Lady Marianne!” the bearer soldier said quickly conjuring a small shard of ice and handing it to your mother. She placed the ice against your temple, the sudden coldness sending a shiver down your spine she replaced her hand with yours telling you to hold it in place and stay put while she investigated.

Muffled talking was all you heard, you looked out the window once again looking at the scenery. Huh this was a knew route…you thought to yourself. Curiosity took ahold of you as you slid the carriage door open, your bare feet hitting the rough gravel road. Turning your attention towards your mother and father talking at the front of the caravan you then noticed there seemed to some hold up. “…I don’t care that a carriage was overturned were already a day behind let’s move on. Leave some soldiers with them and we get a move on.” Your mother said obviously annoyed at whatever had happened up ahead. Your father smiled rubbing the back of his head as he took on your mother’s wrath, “My dear Marianne we can’t do that…” you stopped listening at that point uninterested in their banter. It seemed like you’d be here for some time so you might as well walk around for a bit, you wouldn’t wander far. Grabbing you boots with one hand you used your feet to slip the shoes on your hand still grasping the slowly melting ice shard. Glancing around you made sure now one was looking before you trotted off just barely out of sight of the caravan.

You sang quietly to yourself as you rummaged through the foliage near a riverbank. You could still faintly hear chattering and cooing from the chocobos from the caravan so you weren’t too far. The ice had completely melted now leaving your hands wet but you didn’t mind as you plucked a few wildflowers from the ground. It was then something caught your eye from further down the riverbank, a shiny object glistening in the sun. Quickly you rushed towards the object, paying no mind to the lingering danger just beyond the brush. “Ah ha!” You mumbled under your breath as you came upon the shiny object. It looked as if it was something from the Ancients whatever it was you were pleased quickly shoving it in your pocket. Joshua is going to be so jealous! You thought to yourself a content smile playing on your lips. As you turned around to make your way back to the caravan before anyone noticed you heard a twig snap catching your attention. Goosebumps littered your skin as you froze in place. “Hello?” You called out quietly scanning the tree line. A primal like fear overtook your senses but before you could run away a wild lone hound raced out from the tree line making its way towards you. A scream left your mouth just as the hound pounced on your swiping it paw across your cheek but just as quick as the hound jumped on you it was thrown off of you.

“______! Are you okay?!” You heard your father shout as he finished off the hound he rushed towards you dropping his sword by his side as he wrapped his arms around you. “Fuck ______ your face!” He grimaced pulling a handkerchief out of shirt pocket dabbing your face. It was then you felt the stinging sensation and then warm liquid run down your cheek. This truly was an unlucky trip for you.

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jvkeh · 1 year

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hi this is my first time requesting anything & i really love your work .. could you write something about joshua and a puppy hybrid? 🥺 thank you!

HELLO ANONNNN thank u so much for supporting my work ❤️❤️🥰🥰 as u wish! xxx

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⤷ c.w puppy hybrid reader, praise, masturbation, mentions of daddy (twice). pup, puppygirl | svt joshua x reader | © jvkeh

ok lemme turn this into a boyfriend thot bc thats all i can seem to do these days.

joshua as your boyfriend of a year who accidentally discovered you as a puppy hybrid when he went over to drop some revision sheets for you and found you groaning on the living room floor, a infected tail poking out of your jeans as the disease overtook your immune system and left you incapable of moving around. he was shocked at first, confused how you were even able to keep a secret so big from him for a while. but all logic flies out the window when he sees your face contours in pain, and he quickly adapts to his surroundings like a natural, finding anti viral drugs in the cupboard and a strong dose of pain relief to nurse you back to health.

ever since, he made sure to track your medication in harsher weather, where pollen was blown all over the backyard and extreme humidity caused your body tempature to rise. he was much more conscious of how you behaved when he studied how to look after puppy hybrids, and much to his surprise, you managed to live independently despite the harsh and demanding circumstances of being one. it makes him more dedicated to looking after you, because you needed someone all this time.

especially when you had intimate urges. puppy hybrids are notorious for being energetic maters, and they thrive off sex. but you were alone for a long time before you met joshua, and even then, the sex was limited due to his busy schedule. but once he found out how much benefits it gave, he began to gradually decrease his extracurriculars in favour of looking after you.

that’s how it led you to being sat on the edge of the bed, bunched up bedsheets formed under you as slick pooled in between your legs, a result of watching your boyfriend strip in front of your eyes.

“joshua…” you whined out, stretching out an arm for him to reach you. “come.”

he leaned away, a smile plastered on his face. “yn…” he mocked your desperation laced voice, a sweet tone to his snarky words. “sit back and watch the show, pup.”

his right hand begin to wrap around his cock, as his left remained on his hip. stroking it softly, his eyes remained contact with yours while moans softly slipped out of his lips. he made such angelic sounds while doing sinful things, that it drove you crazy.

“puppygirl, open your mouth.” he says softly, continuing to speed up his pace as he rocks his lower body back and forth in time with his strokes. “gonna fill it up with my pretty cum and make your stomach warm ‘n full.” he mutters, pupils dilating at the thought of filling you up with his own semen.

you hummed in response, a hand shooting up to rub at your stomach at his comment. “fill my tummy, daddy.” you cry out, mouth widening in reflex. as joshua began to feel his cock stiffen and overly swell at the tip, he moves closer until he’s leaning over your head, dick aimed at your mouth.

“open wide, puppygirl.” he says sweetly, as cum spurts out of his cock aggressively and drips down your mouth, some landing on your chin. “fuck, you look like a masterpiece.”

“give daddy a smile.” joshua added, and you complied, showing him your teeth, only for his cum to slam onto it, covering your teeth in milky white.

you looked at your boyfriend in disbelief, who only looked back with a smile on his face. “i’m just making you have a bright smile.”

#jvkeh #seventeen smut #joshua smut #joshua hong smut #joshua 18+#joshua hong 18+#svt smut #seventeen 18+#fem reader smut #joshua hong x reader smut #kpop smut

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ladystardust-thinks · 1 year

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Hello There!

My loves,

my name is Ronnie and i try to write. I write for some specific franchises and characters because I'm a tad bit uncultured and I have not watched a lot of stuff. This post will be a list of people I write for and you can request fics. I only write OC and x readers though. I am very sorry if that is not what you are interested in.

the people in italics are those I prefer to write the most about right now (bc I'm just a girl and I have phases ok?) and those in bold are the people I have a request in my inbox so works for them are basically coming soon

Any of the Marauders!

Any of the Daisy Jones and the Six girls!

DJATS; Eddie Roundtree, Warren Rojas

Kingsman; Eggsy, Roxy

Celebrities?; Tom Blyth, Taron Egerton, Taylor Swift, Florence Pugh, Joe Mazzello, Hailee Steinfeld, Suki Waterhouse, Josh Whitehouse, Maya Hawke, Joseph Quinn, Joe Keery

Stranger Things; Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham

misc; tom blyth's!billy the kid, eloise bridgerton, razzle dingley, brian may, roger taylor, paris geller, rory gilmore, lorelai gilmore, jess mariano

Any Spiderverse Character!!

ATTENTION!

this list is not limited, if you have any request about the marvel or star wars universe send it around.

I do not write rpf (real people fiction) smut! The celebrity members list only includes fluff and light angst! I am not sure if I will be writing smut in general.

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xvmgnhao · 10 months

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I kinda wanna start writing kpop idol x black reader smut. Let me know if y’all are in

#seventeen smut #nct smut #x black plus size reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #joshua smut #nct dream smut #ateez smut

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fubureaders · 1 year

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he was a nerd, she did ballet, what more can i say? | joshua bassett au imagine

summary: it's a university AU in nyc, cuz what better place is there for a rom-com moment? lucky for you there's a really cute guy standing up at the podium in the latest student government meeting... who seems to like learning more about pirouettes and lifts. or maybe he just likes the way you look in pink. 🩰🩰🩰

wc: 1.7k

note: happy belated golden (22nd) birthday joshua!!

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it's your second year of university, and your dance classes are getting more intense than what you've ever done before... and you're loving every minute, even if your feet are killing you. but you're studying your passion in the most beautiful city in the world. even if new york was recently named the most expensive in the world... your grandma's got a rent controlled apartment in harlem that has in unit laundry, a dishwasher, and rooms for both you and your childhood friend to sleep in. plus central air. there's no way in hell you're ever passing it up, regardless of whether or not your downstairs neighbors hate it when you stay up late practicing.

for their luck though, your friend and now roommate is looking to work in diplomacy and international relations, after having seen that queen amelia mignonette thermopolis renaldi of genovia went to the woodrow wilson school in princess diaries 2: royal engagement. she said, and these were her exact words, "it's either i become mia thermopolis and marry a chris pine type, or become an elle woods type and marry a luke-wilson-as-emmett-forest type." she's a sweetheart though, and you both have a love for pink. so when she has these movie-based ambitions, you go with it because this girl will probably end up taking over the political world while you're taking over the dance world.

so anyway, because this girl's plotting pink-filled world domination, she's been getting her start in the university student government, and she's doing a great job. she lost the election for sophomore class president, but she says the guy who won is really nice and working with him as sophomore vice president hasn't made her sick yet, which is high praise from her so you're not entirely annoyed at the idea of attending the next meeting with her. besides, you've been meaning to branch out more and make friends who aren't in the dance program, because let's be real... most of the girls taking ballet are thin, white, wealthy and it can be difficult to have a variety of discussions with them, no matter how much you love talking about the professors with them. hopefully there are a couple more people of color (besides you and your friend) that you can talk to, and befriend.

after a long train ride down to campus and grabbing some food at one of the trucks outside from your favorite vendor who always serves you extra for the same price, you and your friend head inside and rush to catch the elevator. thankfully, a (really cute) guy holds the elevator open for you both, and as the doors close your friend seems to recognize him and so she begins talking to him about some school issue being brought up in tonight's event. while you're looking at your email to check if any professors are suddenly assigning work due at 11:59, you feel the guy's curious and intrigued eyes glancing towards you. in such a short elevator ride, you've never felt so flattered.

so when the cute elevator guy asks for your name, you can't help but feel sad when the elevator doors choose that exact moment to open up. of course the cute elevator continues to be a gentleman and once more holds the doors open for you and your friend, so you tell him your name in a quiet tone as you walk past. not accounting for the chatter going on, you don't realize that he couldn't hear your reply.

the room begins to quiet down as your friend makes her way to the front of the room, so you quickly find a seat near the wall and set your bag to rest on your chair. and as you look up to focus on the meeting that your friend was so excited about, you're happy to see some members of the black student union, and make a mental note to talk to some of them after the meeting. but then your eyes focus on the podium at the front of the room, and are surprised to see "cute elevator guy" standing there, talking about starting off the student government meeting as sophomore class president. so this is the guy who won. does it make you a bad friend to say you would've voted for him too, based on that smile alone? wow, you could get used to these meetings -- and now you feel put on the spot, because all of a sudden he's making eye contact with you.

he's making eye contact with those glittering brown eyes of his (how in the hell are they glittering, bro? that's some magic right there)... and he's talking all pretty and passionate about mental health initiatives he wants to propose for students. and wouldn't you know it, not only is the guy cute but he seems to know what he's talking about. he's got a whole slideshow talking about mental health issues that students are facing, unprecedented issues that this university and many others have never faced before, and how he plans to aid students through his term. he's talking animatedly with his hands, talking about some of his own experiences, and even talking about how he knows that he can't speak on how it impacts each individual because he recognizes his privilege. you're finally understanding why vulnerability and honesty can be so damn attractive in a man.

he then brings up a group of students with whom he's been working on a plan to present to the university, and this group is comprised of majority students of color and those with disabilities. it's a necessary meeting, and you even see some people from the school paper writing down their responses, giving these students a platform to discuss what mental health means to them at a PWI. it's beautiful, and you feel grateful that your friend pushed you to come out tonight.

so when the meeting ends, you're a little sad because the discussion was getting good. only reason why it ended was because "cute elevator guy," or as you've now found out it's joshua, ordered pizzas for everybody. the man is considerate, kind, intellectual, and has money to buy all that pizza for a bunch of broke & hungry college kids? yeah, he's definitely got your vote in more ways than one.

you and your friend regroup, and are talking with some of the students from before about classes and fun things around the city, when you get that same feeling from the elevator that the class president is still checking you out. you feel your cheeks warm, and you start to play with your jewellery, getting your friend's attention as they know it's a telltale sign of you being nervous.

"what's up? you've been weird since the elevator... with josh... ooooh, you finally have a crush!" they exclaim, and you give them your best 'i will cut you if you raise your voice by one more decibel' stare. they grin mischievously as they glance over to joshua, who was looking at you until getting caught by your friend, causing him to blush and go on his phone as a distraction from you. as your friend turns back, you begin to explain to them, "listen, i would totally approach him because, i mean... look at him," you say as they nod along in understanding, "but i'm just so tired of always having to approach guys. especially at this school, not one of them has ever approached me first, i'm always starting the conversation. so if mr. president wants to talk to me, he can talk and i will gladly listen."

you had hoped that was the last of it, and for a minute there it truly seemed like your friend had just let the whole thing go, left it in the past and moved on. until they so innocently said they were throwing away trash, took your plate along with theirs, and quickly walked over to joshua. the other students you've been talking with see this go down and try not to laugh, otherwise they'd give it all away. but you turn around anyway, to find yourself being pointed at by your friend, who's looking all too happy while talking with the lanky student advocate... who's now holding eye contact with you once again. you try to play it off cool, hoping you weren't outwardly drooling and praying your melanin is enough to hide your blushing.

then, a hand gently touches your arm. that same hand that was waving around animatedly while the cute elevator guy was talking at the podium, with the amateur black-polished manicure and a couple rings in addition. your friend reappears on your other side, still wearing that mischievous grin and watching you over the brim of their cup. you turn, and lo and behold, there's mr president now, smiling at you again like he wants you to have a crush on him.

author's note: finishing this off with bullet points, will probably come back to this and rewrite the whole thing so it's fully fleshed out

you guys talk, and people are trying to talk to him about more campus issues, but he's asking you about your favorite restaurants and ballet-related memories

you mention your favorite pizza shop to him, and your friend just so happens to have an exam early tomorrow morning (you're so buying them coffee as a thank you for saying that)

so you take him to your favorite place, while you talk about seeing performances of the dance theatre of harlem and the american ballet theatre growing up, and being too scared to audition for the production with solange's music attached being put on recently

he talks about wanting to go into advocacy for the queer community and in general those who deal with mental health issues (maybe you mentally think "great another broken white boy" like black panther... maybe you even say it, and he actually gets the joke/reference?? either way it's a funny thought and a fun time)

anyway at some point, your friend texts you asking how your "date with mr president" is going, but you don't even notice your phone buzz, because you're just talking about everything with each other. after a little while he sees how few people are left in the restaurant, and you guys see how much time passed. so he pays and walks you home, giving you guys the chance to talk more, and you're loving every minute of it

you get to the doorway of your apartment, and tell him that next time he can show you his favorite music shops around the city that he'd mentioned, and you'll even let him talk your ear off more about advocacy. he laughs, and ends up successfully getting your number

the next day, you wake up and see that he sent a message telling you how much he had last night. you guys end up talking as you make your way to class, but you're not paying too much attention to your professor. only because as you were walking into the room, he sent you a text asking you out for a real date

bonus: real date where he takes you to see the solange ballet, and once you guys get outside by the lincoln center fountain, he tries to recreate some of the moves with you. then you guys go back to the pizza place and talk some more

okay so i don't know how to end these but i hope you like it, and that it makes sense. sorry i couldn't fully finish it out, it's currently 4 am (merry christmas eve by the way, and happy holidays otherwise). but i really liked this idea, and i hope you do too. happy belated birthday joshua (if he ever sees this i want him to say in an interview what his thoughts are on solange)

ok love you bye, happy holidays, drink some water, get some rest (very hypocritical i know)

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sluttywoozi · 1 year

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Sundress Szn | husband!josh x fem!reader

Summary: Husband!Joshua can't get enough of you in your sundress.

Rating: M (18+ MDNI) | Word Count: ~1.9k

Part One | Part Two

Warnings: dom josh, manhandling, semi public, car sex, a couple spanks, fingering, degradation, spitting, loving use of slut, praise, petnames (sweetheart, baby, good girl), lots of cum, panty stuffing

Joshua’s absolute favorite time of year is finally upon him. He always anxiously awaits it, nearly ignoring other seasons and holidays in favor of this time, spending a good chunk of every paycheck buying more ways to celebrate, with no shame or regrets. He just feels happier at this time of year, more content and in love than ever.

If someone asked him what his favorite season was before he met you, he would say spring. Now, he’d say sundress.

Yes, his favorite season is sundress season. It has been ever since he first saw you in one, saw the way it fluttered about your thighs, how much skin it bared, how you behaved in them. How could it not be the best time of the year when most of your sundresses require you to go braless, when the pastels and patterns complement your skin so beautifully, when you twirl in them just for him, just quick enough for him to get a flash of your perfect ass in your panties?

It activates something in him, makes him want to pin you down and fuck you senseless, pump you full of his cum and suck your tits till he’s hard again, shove his cock back inside you and do it all over again.

Because of this, your collection has grown extensively since you got married, half the closet full of sundresses in every color and pattern. He plans dates just for you to wear them, picnics and walks in the park and, like today, trips to the farmer’s market.

Joshua trails slightly behind you, one hand wrapped around yours and the other holding the canvas bag of fruits and veggies. You’re talking about what you can make for dinner with your finds, suggesting the tomato pasta he loves and tugging him towards the lemonade cart, the dress brushing gently against your thighs with the wind. He follows sedately, just slow enough to make you pull him a bit harder, fondly observing the hem of your dress as it swishes higher with each step.

He happily pays for two lemonades, watching you wrap your lips around the straw with heavy lidded eyes and heat in his stomach, and nods with a smirk when you ask if he’s ready to go.

Guiding you to the parking lot, Joshua walks fast enough you have to jog to keep up with him. He mourns the missed opportunity to watch your ass bounce in your dress, but he just knows you wouldn’t have moved quickly enough and he’s starting to feel a bit desperate.

Joshua unlocks the car with a click, opening the back door and handing you the canvas bag, inching closer as you buckle your veggies in and pushing you further into the car when you start to back out.

“Joshua, what-,”

“Come on, in the car baby, there you go,” he breathes, gently shoving you onto your hands and knees and following you into the car before slamming the door shut and clicking the lock. He’s more thankful than ever for remote start when the AC starts flowing, your dress ruffling in the slight breeze and sliding higher and higher under his hands. He wrenches your panties halfway down your thighs, groaning deep in his chest when he sees your slit, already glistening with wetness.

“You know exactly what you do to me in these dresses, don’t you?” Joshua grits out, smacking your ass with one big hand before spreading your cheeks apart so he can lean down and spit on your cunt, mixing it with your wetness with his thumb and sinking it inside you. You whine and wiggle your hips, your hot walls clenching down around his thumb, trying to suck it deeper and likely wishing for more.

“Mmm, my wife is such a slut, I’m so lucky,” he sighs, fucking you with his thumb a few times before sliding three fingers right inside, your pussy fluttering as your walls stretch around the intrusion. You love it though, bucking into his touch and whining his name, one hand flying back to clutch at his where it’s still spreading your ass, your smaller fingers curling around his as best they can.

“You’re so fucking cute, my cute slutty wife, always wet for me, aren’t you?” Joshua asks, expecting an answer and hooking his fingers into your g-spot when all you do is moan, jerking his hand back and forth with enough force to move your hips even with one hand still gripping you tight.

“You know I won’t let you cum if you don’t answer me, sweetheart,” he says with false sweetness, stretching his thumb over to rub your clit softly, giving you just enough pressure to get close but not enough to fall over the edge.

He means it, and you know this, so you gasp out, “‘m always wet for you, Joshua, always,” and he feels his cock twitch, feels it strain against the waistband of his pants, but he implied he’d let you cum if you did answer him, so he circles your clit harder and keeps his fingers curled in you, whispering filthy nothings until you flood his hand and drop your head into the seat.

He should probably clean you up and get you home, but he really wants to know you’re full of his cum on the way back, so he hastily pulls his dick out of his pants and uses the wetness on his hand to slick up his cock and get it ready for you.

“Good, baby? Want me to fuck you?” Joshua whispers, squeezing the hand still wrapped up in his own and dragging the head of his dick up and down your slit.

You squeeze back, nodding and panting in anticipation, trying to rut against him but limited in your movements by the hand clutching your ass.

“You know I need words. Be a good girl, hm?” Joshua dips inside your entrance just enough for the head to pop in, slowly stretching you open and fucking in and out of the tight ring of muscle until you beg, “Yes, Joshua, fuck me, please, please I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s all I needed to hear, baby,” he patronizes, sinking the entirety of his cock inside you in one smooth thrust.

You can take it, he knows, because you take it like a champ nearly every night (and some mornings and afternoons). You know too but you still clamp down on him, your walls undulating around his length and your breath stuttering in your lungs.

He gives you a second to adjust but knows he should wrap this up before the ice in your lemonade melts, so he pulls back and fucks deep inside you, building a quick and steady rhythm until he's pounding you into the backseat of his car. A weak cry leaves you with every thrust, his dick splitting you in half even after all these years, and shit, you’re so hot, fucking drenched for him, and so damn tight on his cock, Joshua knows all he’ll need to reach his orgasm is get you there first.

And, fuck, he wants to cum, wants to make you cum, bends over you and slides his free hand under your hips to pinch your clit between two knuckles, holding his hand still and letting the force of his thrusts do the moving for him. Your back arches and his other hand smooths up to press down on your spine, keeping your hips tilted up and angling the head of his cock so he can hit your g-spot every time he fucks into you.

You’re close, Joshua can tell, so he just keeps going, drilling deep inside you harder and harder until you break with a keening whine, pulling him over the edge with your clenching walls and sweet sounds.

He groans your name, his hand squeezing you hard as his cock jumps and shoots streams of white hot cum inside you for what feels like ages. By the time he’s done, he’s halfway on top of you and resting his head on your slightly sticky back, his dick still twitching and hard within your walls.

Honestly, Joshua could probably fuck another orgasm out of you, but he thinks he’s put you through enough for now and pulls out, immediately plugging you up with his fingers as he works your panties down your legs. It’s tough with only one hand but he makes do, inching them down bit by bit until he can tug them off completely and bring them up to your dripping pussy.

“Ready, baby?” he asks softly, winding your wet panties around two of his fingers.

He grins when you sigh, “Yes, Joshua, ‘m ready,” and withdraws his fingers, replacing them with the ones wrapped in your panties and starting to work them inside of you. He likes when you stay full of him, and you like it too. Usually, he has various toys and plugs he could use to keep all his cum in you but this will work until he can get you home and fill you up again.

Pushing the panties in slowly, Joshua shivers at the sight of your pussy swallowing the fabric, digging his fingers in until just a scrap remains in sight. He can still feel you throbbing, has to resist dropping a hand to your clit and making you cum one more time around his fingers and the panties, but he really does want to get you home so he gently pulls away, making sure the fabric and his cum stay lodged deep inside of you.

He presses kisses to the soft skin of your back as he slowly sits upright, fixing your dress and helping you sit up too, wrapping you tight in his arms and checking in.

“Didn’t go too hard, did I, sweetheart?” Joshua asks in a whisper, lips dragging over your neck.

You shake your head sleepily and begin, “No, Joshie, you’re perfect,” turning your head to shoot him a look and finishing, “and I’m not a slut, I’m your slut.”

Joshua laughs into the cool air of the car and nods, “Yeah, baby, you’re my slut, and I’m your husband, and I love you,” grabbing you by the chin to turn your face enough for him to kiss you sweetly.

“Love you too, babe,” you mumble against his lips. “But I think I squashed the tomatoes,” you pout.

Joshua just grins, responds, “We can get takeout,” and checks that the coast is clear before climbing out of the car and running around to help you, making sure you’re safely buckled before jogging over to his side and sliding in.

You squirm a bit and he turns on the heated seat, lays one big hand on your thigh and waits for your fingers to wind in between his, already looking forward to pulling the panties out and making you cum on his tongue next time.

AN: inspired by this ask!

Part 3

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solefae · 1 month

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WE CAN’T BE FRIENDS. jey uso

summary; Lauren navigates the turbulent waters of fame and a complex relationship with Jey Uso. Amidst the relentless paparazzi and invasive media, Lauren struggles with the public’s perception of her personal life. Jey offers her solace, but the boundaries between friendship and romance blur, leaving Lauren to grapple with the reality that their relationship may never escape the public eye.

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Lauren’s POV

The camera flashes were blinding, the whispers loud, and the rumors… they were suffocating. I leaned against the cool marble of the vanity, my reflection a stranger draped in designer threads and a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. They called it paradise, this city of angels, but even heaven had its demons.

“Yo, Lauren, you good?” Jey’s voice cut through the fog of my thoughts, his reflection appearing beside mine. He was the calm in my storm, the eye of my hurricane.

I nodded, the lie as smooth as the lipstick I wore. “Yeah, just tired, you know?”

He didn’t buy it, never did. “Talk to me, L. This ain’t just ‘tired.’”

The truth bubbled up, a wave threatening to crash. “It’s the media, Jey. They twist everything. Can’t step out without some story spinning outta control.”

Jey’s hand found mine, his grip firm. “Forget them. It’s just noise.”

But it wasn’t just noise. It was a cacophony that haunted my dreams, a past lover’s betrayal turned into headlines, a relationship dissected for public consumption. We were the it-couple, the story too juicy to ignore, our love a spectacle.

“We can’t be friends,” I murmured, the words a mantra that kept the world at bay.

Jey’s eyes met mine, a storm of their own brewing. “Who says we’re just friends?”

I wanted to believe in us, in the possibility that love could survive the spotlight. But as another flash pierced the night, I wondered if we were just another headline waiting to be written.

a/n: had a little help a from a friend for this, wondering should this be a series or nah. What y’all think? 🤭

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cherrycheolcoups · 1 year

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s.coups fic preview!

a/n: so i am currently in the middle of typing a seungcheol x fem!reader fic and i figured i'd give everyone a preview lol. it's my first kpop fic so i honestly hope it goes well and is well received. i'm just really in love with seungcheol sigh so have some of my cheol brainrot!

edit: i tagged all the members because of the fact that some are mentioned in this preview, but i do plan on having all of them show up/appear in the fic! it was not my intention to clog up the tags with it sooooooooo

summary: you and seungcheol are always doing things together, acting like the parents of the group, etc. it's a given that everyone thinks you're a married couple, yet you're not really a married couple...are you?

a/n: so i was looking for prompts and saw this one while scrolling through @creativepromptsforwriting's blog. it honestly seemed like a cute idea so i wanted to give it a go lol. i'm also going to be updating more regularly now [i hope] i've just been in a big seungcheol mood lately and have been really soft for him lately so have some reader x seungcheol.

warnings: some swearing, maybe some suggestive tones. i think that's it? LOTS OF FLUFF OMGGGGGG

pairing: choi seungcheol/s.coups x fem!reader [the mom and dad of the group]

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if you like it, please feel free to leave suggestions, requests, etc.! :)

preview under the cut!

You didn't know quite when it had started, but you were basically an honorary leader for Seventeen. When the guys were having a hard time, or just needed some advice or pointers, they generally went to you. You guessed this was due to them not wanting to burden their actual leader and add more stress onto his plate. Really, you didn't mind this one bit. You actually felt a sense of pride and belonging with being this included by them.

Today seemed to be another one of those days for the guys. When you arrived at the dorms, arms filled with grocery bags, you could tell that they must have had a long day. The exhaustion was pretty evident, though they would most likely deny it if mentioned. Walking into the kitchen, you placed the bags on the counter, not noticing that Seungcheol was behind you, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. He honestly was going to offer a hand, since it was a lot of bags you were carrying, but it seemed like you had it handled.

You turned around, not expecting to see Seungcheol, making you jump just a little. At the sight of his gummy smile, you felt your lips tugging at the corners, happy to see your best friend after a long day. "You really didn't have to do all of this, you know?" The male spoke, a hint of a teasing glimmer in his eye. You shrugged, walking closer to him. "I know. I just like doing this for you guys," you responded, eyes locked onto Seungcheol's, you and him completely oblivious to the 12 members staring.

Apparently, the two of you were also oblivious to the closeness between you, the soft, fond look you gave each other. In the other room, Soonyoung and a couple of the others had their phones out, snapping a few pictures. Unfortunately for them, Soonyoung had made the small mistake of sending the photos to the shared groupchat, adding that "mom and dad are so in love" Upon seeing the text, Seungcheol sighed, turning to face the 12 members, giving them a stern look. All but Soonyoung, Jihoon, Yeonghan and Minghao bolted out of the room, not really wanting to face Seungcheol right now.

"Does anybody want to explain the text?" Seungcheol asked, quirking an eyebrow up at the four that remained, though he mainly kept his gaze on Soonyoung. The first one to speak up was Soonyoung, his squinted a bit. "Pft. What text, hyung?" The dancer had questioned, not really wanting to fess up as to why it was sent in the group chat, or why the photo was taken at all in the first place.

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theaudacitytowrite · 1 year

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The new Day

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Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Summary: You officially meet the band! Lots and lots of banter with Josh:)

word count: 1.690

Likes, Comments and Reblogs are always appreciated <3

With sweaty palms and queasy stomachs, you anxiously waited in front of a white double door. The label “Meeting room” was written neatly on the wall beside them.

“I think I’m gonna puke,” Zack mumbled over his breath. Without hesitation, you handed him a small bag. When the door suddenly opened you were greeted by, who you assumed was their manager.

“Welcome guys,” he greeted you with a welcoming smile, “Come on in.”

As the three of you entered, the boys were already standing in line to greet you. Ben took the lead followed by Zack. You lingered another moment in the back to calm your nerves.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jake.” ”Sammy.” ”Danny.” You heard the boys introduce themselves. As you stepped next to Zack to follow up another hand was quickly extended to you.

„Hey, I’m Josh.” he beamed at you with a warm smile. You nervously shook his hand. It still felt so surreal to see them in person and hear them talk. Josh’s voice sounded so different from his singing voice, yet it was strangely familiar.

“I know.” you babbled excitedly, “I’m Y/N.”

“I know.” he grinned at you amused.

“Nice to meet you, too.” Jake interrupted, urging his brother to let go of his hand.

Once you had exchanged pleasantries you sat down at a big round table. Their manager directly cut to the chase, pulling out a thick bundle of papers.

“As you know, we want to employ you as the head opener for the new Greta van Fleet Tour. This will include 70+ gigs from March to November with a short break during summer. This is all specified in the contract…”

Your eyes grew bigger and bigger as their manager explained their proposal in detail. You could see the awe in Ben’s and Zack’s eyes as well. At one point Zack even asked you to pinch him, so he was sure that he wasn’t dreaming.

When you had discussed the framework conditions the boys chimed in with requirements for rehearsals, soundchecks and accommodations while on the road. Ben led the discussion from your side like a champ, luckily you had agreed to make him your spokesperson. Just sitting here was overwhelming enough for you, you didn’t need the additional stress of having to negotiate anything right now.

Now and then you let your eyes wander over the boys just to get stuck at Josh’s dashing smile he was giving you, prompting you to grow redder and redder. What did he know that you didn’t? Or was he still amused at the few words you had uttered towards him? “…now we’re coming to the most important part that you surely are interested in the most.” the manager's words brought you back into the conversation as he slid a paper towards the three of you, “This would be the payment”

Ben gulped as he looked over the paper. His hand covered his mouth as he slid the paper over to Zack and you. Intrigued you quickly scanned over the page and your mouth gaped.

“That’s for all the shows?” you blurted out.

“What? No.” the manager looked at you confused for a second, “This is per gig.”

You heard Sam, Danny and the Twins snicker as they observed the overjoyed and baffled faces Ben, Zack and you had on your faces.

“So, I take that as a positive sign?” the manager chuckled.

“More than positive,” Zack confirmed.

“So that’s a yes?” Josh asked expectantly.

Ben and Zack looked at you expectantly in return, waiting for your approval.

“Definitely.” you nodded eagerly, “We’d love nothing more.”

“Excellent! Then I will provide copies of the contract once you signed, and we will keep in touch.”

“Do you have any more questions about the legal sides.” the manager asked while you signed the contract.

“Or any performance-related questions.” Sammy chimed in.

“I actually do have a question.” Ben hummed, “How did you guys take notice of us?”

“Oh, we went to one of your gigs two weeks ago.” Danny recounted.

All of a sudden, your throat ran dry as you connected the dots. A cold sweat broke out over your entire body. It couldn’t be… sure it was dim in the bar but not dim enough to not recognise him. But then again that was the only reasonable explanation why his voice and especially his adorable chuckle seemed so familiar to you.

You slowly turned your head in Josh’s direction while the others were still babbling about the gig in the bar. Josh’s eyes were already trained on you, a shit-eating grin adorning his face. You gulped hard as you mouthed a horrified no towards him which only made his grin even bigger, his dimples appearing even deeper. You wished for a whole to appear and swallow you whole. You had made a fool out of yourself in front of a rock star. And not just any rock star but one who you had admired ever since you had the joy to discover their music. If it wasn’t for Ben and Zack, you probably would’ve bolted by now.

“What do you guys think about celebrating our successful conference?” Josh suddenly suggested to the group which was accepted immediately.

At the restaurant, Hannah and Jita joined the group. The table quickly broke out into excited chattering. All the nervousness and tension from the afternoon were blown away. It felt like you had known Josh, Jake, Sam and Danny your whole life. They were funny, very likeable and down to earth.

Ben and Zack were quickly absorbed into a discussion with Sammy and Danny about their respective instruments. The evening was filled with laughter and stories about shows and all the mishaps that had happened on stage over the years.

Josh had sat right next to you, engaging you in seamless conversations until now.

“Do you play anything else besides the guitar?” he turned his body fully towards you, his elbow resting on the table as he paid his undivided attention to you.

“I do actually.” you sat your glass back down, “I play the piano and the drums and some base if I have to. And I played the violin for a bit though I don’t think that still counts.”

“So you’re a real musical talent?”

“I don’t know. I’m more like a jack of all trades. I have a lot of interests but not the talent or the motivation to master one.”

“You know how the saying ends ‘but oftentimes better than a master of one’” he remarked wisely.

“True.” you giggled, “How about you?”

“Oh, well I dabble in many directions myself, but my one true love is playing the piano.”

“I love the piano. I could listen to someone playing for hours.” you swooned.

“Maybe we can arrange that at some point.” he hummed, “But only if you serenade me in return.”

“I can’t promise anything.” you snorted.

“That’s the least you could do after spilling my drink.” he teased.

“Oh, come on, wasn’t I spilling it over myself not redemption enough?” you bargained, “But honestly, I’m still so sorry for spilling your drink.”

“It’s alright, momma.” he laughed, “You were the one to take the hit.”

“Yeah, but I was the one to cause it too.” you protested, “And I felt bad that I couldn’t even get you a new one.”

“We had to leave right after your show, that’s why I couldn’t accept your offer for after the show.” Josh explained, “But you know what, how about you buy me one tonight if it still bugs you so much.”

“Oh trust me, our first meeting will haunt me ‘til the end of my days.” you chuckled.

“Why’s that?” he rested his arm around the backrest, his ever-smug smirk growing into a toothy grin.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but usually I wouldn’t imagine crashing into a famous person by quite literally crashing into them.”

“Ouh, does that mean you’re a fan of us?” he playfully wiggled his eyebrows. “I do enjoy your music quite a lot.” you nodded along when he suddenly gasped. “Does that mean we will be touring with a Groupie soon?” he teased, “I always wanted to do that.”

“Hahaha…” you glared at him playfully.

“No really, it’s a dream come true. Now I have my own, contractually obligated Groupie with me.” he leaned even closer.

“Don’t be like that.” you felt your cheeks heating up, pushing him away by his chest. “You don’t like that nickname?”

“Nickname?” you gasped, “Don’t you dare call me that.”

“Aw, why not. I think it has a nice ring to it, my lil' Groupie.” he snickered, “We could always shorten it to my lil' G of course, then no one will know about your deepest and darkest secret.”

“You really are a handful, aren’t you.” you scanned his face, his rosy cheeks giving away that he probably already had one too many to drink.

“I try my best.” he chuckled, reaching for his glass for another sip just as Jake passed by the table.

“Careful.” He murmured to Josh before he continued on his way to the bathroom. “I’m always careful,” Josh grumbled with an eye roll before he sat down his glass back to the table.

“Do you have to get up early tomorrow?” you remarked, suspecting that the boys probably had a meeting or a recording session in the morning. Josh visibly pondered for a moment before he nodded slowly.

“Yes, we have this thing tomorrow. But Jake’s always unnecessarily concerned.” he grimaced, “I always know when to stop.”

When the evening started to sizzle out later than you had intended you still weren’t in the mood to leave. It still hadn’t processed entirely what had happened today and you just didn’t want this day to end in fear you might wake up from the best dream you had ever had.

You said your goodbyes reluctantly, receiving a hug from them in return. As it was Joshes turn he swiftly pulled you against his chest in a bear hug.

“See you soon, lil' G,” he whispered into your ear.

Chapter 2 -> coming soon

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